Perfect Easter Sunday

Braden helping Mason out by opening his Easter basket.

This year was a challenge. We used the same baskets from last year with the plan that the Easter Bunny would stop by to fill them. While shopping for my nieces baskets I picked up a few things for the boys that I knew Braden would remember. So this year it was a "team" effort between Mom and Dad and the Easter Bunny.

Both boys got "glowing" swords.

Right after church, we were doing what we usually do, "take turns" in the photos, when we noticed our friends, The Wards, doing the same thing. So we did a quick family shot then took one for them!

Immediately after church we were invited to PSU for Easter Brunch with the Wixson's. We got their a little before "the girls" so Braden saved their seats, one on each side of him. The food was delicious, but Mason was antsy. So we spent most of the time outside. It was such a beautiful day and he was happy to run around. Bear with me, I got some great shots of him!

Above was going "in"

This started our time outside

He wanted so badly to "touch" this sculpture

Then he was happy to just run laps around it.

We found this huge rock and he couldn't have been happier than he was climbing all over it in these nice "almost white" pants.

Back at the sculpture with Braden

Just before we got in the truck to head home

Mason went down for nap as soon as we got home and Braden got busy dyeing his Easter Eggs.

He was so patient to let them sit in the color they all turned out bright, vibrant colors

We have been surprised to find these pop up on the side of our house, especially since we didn't plant them. . . . thank you previous owners.

I love this shot Blake took, because it has the reflection of the sky and our neighbors tree in the window.

Mason doing a little touch up on Blake's mowing job from yesterday. That is Will's big white house behind Mason.

Perfect day for hanging out in the backyard. We did a minuscule amount of yard work, then let the boys, including our neighbor Timmie take over in the backyard.

Birthday Gift Ideas

Braden has watched way too much TV during the cold weather season. He keeps seeing infomercials for toys he wants. For three days he's asked me to go to spray.com. So finally tonight we went, and it had nothing to do with cool toys. But after an extensive search for markers for sale on TV he recognized this picture. He would love to have a set of these blendy markers for his upcoming birthday. In case he does NOT get them, he is saving his money, starting with the $5 The Griffins sent him for Easter. (thank you)

Fight!

Mason's favorite word while Tyer Tyer was here this past weekend, was "Fight"

I think he'd been here about 5 minutes when these pictures were taken!

Since we didn't get to meet with Ann, Becki and Blake thanks to our March snow, Ann sent her Easter package in the mail. Braden was thrilled to tear into it on Friday. He loves the new shirt, and wore it on Saturday.

Mason's Quest for Eggs

Mason and Dylan have a lot in common. They both have older brothers, they both go to The Center, sometimes in the same room, and they both spend a lot of time out and about in these strollers!


Mason's age group, 0 - 2, was held on one of the ball fields. Not only did it keep them from getting trampled by the bigger kids, it helped keep them confined.

After pointing to the eggs (Mason called them balls at first) and talking about all the colors we could see, I explained how he was going to get all the eggs and put them in his turtle (basket). After talking about this for a few minutes he was ready to go! So the challenge then was explaining "not yet" we had to listen for Daddy (the MC) to tell us when we could "go" So instead he decided to run all over the ball filed. I was ok with this, my only fear was that he would fall and cover this adorable yellow vest in mud. Didn't happen!


Mason got the hang of it very quickly, and unlike Braden's first egg hunt, there were plenty of eggs for him to stop and think about before deciding if he wanted them in his "turtle" Not a big sense of urgency.

The candy was mesmerizing. A few of the eggs came open and all egg hunting came to a halt while he investigated the candy.







Mason LOVED the Easter Bunny. He said "bun-ny" in the sweetest voice and even at home would say "cute"

Braden: The Egg Hunter

Saturday morning, Uncle Tyler came to town! It was perfect timing for us because we had an Easter Egg hunt at 11, which Blake was the MC, so I took Mason to his designated area while Braden went with Uncle Ty, or Ty Ty as Mason calls him.

How about this outfit. The ground was muddy so I insisted on the rain boots; this is his new Tshirt that arrived in the mail from Ann; he picked out the blue pants; Baseball basket from last year; Uncle Ty's sunglasses; and still gets the chicks...priceless!


It was so sweet, because even after finding one prize egg, Tyler said he wouldn't stop until he found one for Mason. He also asked about nuts in some of the candy, and that Mason couldn't have that kind. Braden is such an amazing big brother!




Tyler shared some of his "product" on Sunday morning. Nice faux hawk!

So you think you can dance. . . .

Braden danced to Michael Jackson's "Bad" at the Lakeside Elementary Talent Show. He wouldn't perform at rehearsal, so I had no idea if he would really go on stage! He could never do the same routine twice, because it all comes from the heart! Sorry for the shaky camera, I wasn't watching through the camera as I was taping, and I was laughing and crying at the same time!

Here is the link on YouTube:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xB9SR37_UfE

Everyday Life

A few random pics of every day life in our home. This is after bath, in pj's and Braden's Cardinal cap.


Braden's lego masterpiece on Sunday morning. We do not own the tiny Leggo's and he is still happy to build with the big ones. This is actually still intact, although we have it up high out of Mason's reach.

This pic was too cute not to snap. Mason wasn't really asleep but was very relaxed chillin in "his chair" watching a little Thomas the Train.